Micah Bell Novels & Stories

“I sent him. I’m surprised he obeyed. I wanted you to know if he was saying the whole truth about Thomas asking him to spy on me.” “I ran his name through every channel we have access to,” he began. “No hits and no ties to Red Hand, no rogue affiliations. He has a clean history.” I raised a brow. “Too clean?” Reid nodded once. “Micah’s a nobody. Born to a minor family in a peripheral pack near Silver Hollow. Trained as a field courier. Just someone who slips in and out quietly, unnoticed.” “That sounds like exactly the kind of person Thomas would use.”

Home is this way. I don't bother arguing with him. Instead, I pull out my phone and text Micah. ME: What did you do this time, Devil? MICAH: Nothing, mes petit ange. I am only taking care of you. ME: Don't play innocent with me, Micah McKaine! MICAH: ;)

’’ Micah’s deep baritone voice filled the hall. That was a voice that Kara wanted to silence forever. She smiled because she knew that with time, it would happen. ‘’Though the group has faced many challenges, I want to specifically thank each and everyone of you for how well you have stood by me and held this group together. Without your help, we wouldn’t have achieved anything so i say congratulations to us all.’’ Micah said. Despite how strong his voice was, Kara couldn’t help but notice that it was wavering. Micah was old. In fact, he was even older than his father and Kara had a feeling that soon, he would hand over to his son Logan.

I was stripped bare; humiliated, broken, bleeding where no one could see. And Micah was still here. Dangerous. Infuriating. And somehow, the only steady thing left. I turned away, dragging air into my lungs. It burned. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. “I can’t…” My voice cracked. “I can’t hear any more.” Micah’s reply was quiet, but sharp enough to slice through my protest. “You don’t believe me?” I froze. When I turned, he was already pulling his phone from his pocket. His thumb swiped the screen, his eyes never leaving mine.

Clara said and they laughed. Elara couldn't be more grateful about everything; even though she felt hurt along the way, it turned out to be worthwhile. Elliot looked down at his ringing phone; he answered it and put it to his ear. After a few back and forth between him and whoever was on the other line, he said his goodbyes and nodded. "Micah has been brought to the headquarters; we can go to see him and have him processed." "I guess we are doing this."

Yes, Life is not that easy but we'll get through it together. Leon Keith Ivory Keith Albert Keith Baby #2 Keith

Lorenzo: “How did you…?” “Do you really believe that, I, the mother who has been locked here for the past twenty six years, I believe? Would be able to chain my daughter out of the bullshit chip that you put on her?” Gabriella asked me, shaking her head in question. The small smile that formed on her lips told me that she was happy about this, and the fact that even Malakai’s signal was breached told me that the Ivanov’s have the two of them and have managed to get it out of their shoulders.

At this moment, I knew I had to rely on luck to escape or else I was dead. "If you let her slip from your hands again, I'll skin you lot alive!" A cold voice resounded, making me shiver. Alpha Kyle had come personally. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't think there was a chance for me to escape since he had come himself. But then I wasn't going to give up, I had to leave. Even though the pain raking through my body didn't subside even a little I continued running. I was covered in blood as all my injuries had reopened and I was bleeding at the moment.

He loved watching us beat each other bloody. I stepped over the chalk line, my boots digging into the damp soil. Micah was already waiting in the centre. He was a large, heavy-set warrior with a broken nose and thick arms covered in old scars. He wiped a streak of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gave me a dark, testing smile. "Do not expect me to go easy on you just because your mate is the queen," Micah said, shifting his weight onto his back foot. "I would be embarrassed if you did," I replied.

Instinctively, I screamed into the phone, "Timothy, please come save me! Micah's on drugs! He's out of his mind—" Beep. The line went dead.